For now, the male wore jean pants and no shirt, his typical get-up. His back held his signature leather pack, and the small white rat navigated from his shoulder, clinging with his tiny pink feet to Josiah’s thick black fur. He’d recently been accepted into the lands of Jaded Shadows and had met a rather charming woman there who was one of the two leaders. He was already enjoying the area of Bleeding Souls, finding that it was diverse enough to keep his interest while still letting him be a permanent part of something. It truly was a wonderful feeling.
As he wandered through the gates of the amusement park with no real intentions in mind, Josiah stopped in front of a large cage, where bones that had at one time fit an animal larger than he himself lie dirty and forgotten. Josiah fumbled with the latch and managed to pull it open, reaching in slowly to touch the bones. He wondered what they had belonged to, and from a brief inspection and his very small amount of knowledge in the area, he decided it was probably a feline of some sort, though he could not be certain. Josiah lingered at the animal cages now, not sure what kept his attention, only aware that he was not yet ready to move on.